“I want,” Andy interrupted, fingers already sliding into my hair.
Herald angels burst into song. A thousand Christmas trees lit up at once. Blood pounded in my ears like reindeer hooves on a snow-topped roof.
Andy was kissing me.
Eventually, I remembered I could kiss him back, and he laughed so prettily when I did that I was afraid I might die all over again, this time of joy.
The warm sweet softness of his mouth was so much more perfect now that I was allowed to enjoy it. The teasing brush of his tongue against mine sent a shiver of need all the way to the pit of my stomach, the eager little sound catching in his throat sending tingles down the back of my neck.
Pleasure centers I’d forgotten I had lit up as he curled his fingers into my jumper, gentle but insistent.
Nothing could have been more perfect than this.
I was breathless by the time we broke apart—just the barest inch, just far enough to appreciate the distance, for the ache of need to twist in my belly.
“You’re definitely not actually, like, betrothed to that asshole, are you?” Andy asked, as short of breath as I felt. “’cause I don’t wanna do this if it’s... if you’d be...”
“I’m not,” I promised. “I’m really not, much to my mother’s eternal disappointment. People will keep teasing me about him, but I don’t want him. I want you.”
It was so easy to say now that I was allowed to say it. Easy in the way that telling the truth always was.
Andy’s smile was ample reward for my honesty. “That’s good news,” he said. “Because I want you, too.”
A low moan rumbled in the back of my throat as he kissed me again, happiness lighting up my whole being, a surge of want and need flooding the pit of my stomach.
Andy burst into laughter as he backed me up into the tree, the whole thing rustling with the impact.
“Can we leave?” he asked, twisting his fingers even tighter into my jumper. “I want, umm. I want—”
“Whatever you want,” I promised, still so close to him that my lips brushed against his as I spoke. “You will havewhateveryou want. I’ll get our coats.”
* * *
The solid oakdoor shuddered as Andy pushed me back against it, noses bumping together as he surged forward for a desperate, clumsy kiss, pinning me in place with one hand splayed on my chest and the other in my hair.
Blood I probably needed in my brain flooded straight to my cock.
“I’ve wanted to do this for almost three fucking years,” Andy murmured against my lips, dragging me into another open-mouthed kiss that made my insides melt.
I gasped as Andy pressed himself against me hip to shoulder, hand curling around the back of my neck.
Hard cock grinding against mine through the layers of our clothes.
“Andy,” I breathed, all other thoughts and words distant and unreal. He was the only thing in my universe right now, warm and real and tasting of crisp champagne andboy,something I hadn’t had my mouth on in years.
I’d wanted this particular boy too much to look at anyone else.
A low rumbling moan vibrated in Andy’s chest as he deepened the kiss, fingers curling around mine as he pressed something into the palm of my hand.
It hadn’t beensolong that I didn’t recognize the feel of a lube packet and condom wrapper. The ones from his wallet.
“Please, Kit?” Andy asked, looking up at me from under his thick, dark eyelashes, pink tongue darting out to wet kiss-swollen lips.
As if he hadanyreason to be nervous. He was asking me for something I’d secretly wanted since the moment we met.
The chance to make him come on my cock, limbs tangled together, breath mingling.
“Of course,” I said. “Anything you want.”
